"Yo Bari, you lucky I'm not gonna punch yo shit in."
"What you talking about?"
"You know what I'm talking about dickhead. Don't act fucking dumb." He spat at his friend.
"Stay the fuck away from Jordan. Don't ask him shit. Get another co-worker to help with your shit and taxes."
"Bro, I paid him though." He said.
"I don't give a FUCK!" He yelled, letting everyone turn around.
"Stay the fuck away from him. I'm deadass bro, if I see you around him and talking to him, I'm breaking your shit in. I would fucking bust yo car windows open." He spat loudly, smacking Bari's coffee out his hand.
He walked away, having his fist balled up.
present day.
"Do you ever thought of Marriage?"
Jordan asked to Rocky who was laying back at the pretty skies that were pasting them.
"Yeah, I always wanted to get married at 28."
"I never asked for your age, how old are you?"
"25." Rocky said, "My birthday is on October 3rd."
"Oh my god Rakim!" Jordan exclaimed, "I've never got your gift yet and your birthday is a week away! I feel such a bad partner."
Rocky chuckled, bringing him back down. He kissed his forehead, saying "Jordan it's okay, as long you with me. That's I want for my birthday, you."
Jordan blushed as his cheeks getting rubbed as he sat on Rocky's lap, smiling shyly.
"It's cute when you shy." He said.
When Jordan thought he couldn't blush anymore, he did as he brung Rocky to his lips. Rocky always enjoyed his lips on his.
"I love you..." Rocky said, catching Jordan off guard.
Jordan thoughts were going wild as he replayed the words in his head; thinking it wasn't real. But yes, it was real.
After all these months they been together, Jordan found himself happy with Rocky knowing they would last together. Hopefully till the end.
He had love for the man, feelings that he never had in a person before. He felt he was in high school all over again.
"Jordan, I'm sorry if I said it too early-"
"No, No..." Jordan softly cresses his face, "I love you too."
He made the older smiled as he brought into a hug.
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"Rocky stop hugging onto my ass!" Jordan laughed, getting spinned around in the gas station.
Jordan pushed him away as he got a slushee and the rest for his bodyguards, handing it to each one of them.
"Why those jeans look so loose on you?" Rocky tugged on the pants.
"I don't know." He shrugged as he went up to the counter.
"13.50 is your exact change." The young girl said, "Oh hi Mr. Rakim Mayers, how you doing today?"
"Just doing fine, and call me Rakim."
She nods, packing up their stuff. "Have a nice day you two."
"She was sweet. Aye you tryna go home or stay out a little more?" They walked out the store, heading to the car.
"A little more."
Rocky agreed as they told their driver to go Tyler's home.
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"What y'all niggas doing here?" Tyler bucked his head, letting them in.
"We bored and we tryna hang out with someone. We been riding around town and even stopping to lay in the clean grass of New York City to see the clouds move past." Rocky said, holding Jordan's hand.
"Jordy!" Symere said, hugging his friend.
"Bubba, how've you been?" Jordan smiles.
"I've been great. Hi Rocky." He waves.
"Hey." He smiled at Tyler's husband.
Symere went brung Jordan down to his stoop level, "We have to talk about something."
Jordan nodded, following Symere to the backyard. Their cat, Bravo, a Munchkin cat was swimming in their pool, getting his exercise.
"So what's up, you look good." Jordan said, sitting down.
"I don't know how to tell you but," Symere raises his shirt, it was a little pudge there, popping out his steaktown tattoo.
"Symere, you're pregnant? Congrats." He rubbed his stomach.
"Thank you. But I don't know how to tell Tyler..."
Jordan tilts his head, "What you mean?"
"The 28 years in Tyler's life, he doesn't want kids. He said he would rather raise a couple of lizards..." He sighed, pulling his shirt down.
"Oh, that's a bummer Sy."
"Yeah, he doesn't care for kids. I just don't want him to hate me-"
"Don't think that way. Maybe just talk to him, maybe he wouldn't think that way. He married you for a reason bubba." Jordan said, "Don't stress yourself, it isn't good for the baby."
"Thanks Jordy." He nods.
"It's no problem but I'm excited for you, you're having a fucking baby." Jordan said, smiling.
"Thank you." He smiles.
"Meow...." Bravo walked up, sitting next Jordan as he listen to the rest of their conversation.
